Our Villains Don't Want To Be Stepping Stones

"The Taikoo kills the sky, Kowloon!"

I saw that the originally dim sky suddenly lit up with golden light.

Originally, in the eyes of the Fifth Divine Machine, even if Ling Xiao was talented, he was just a contemporary person.

Secret treasure or something, it doesn't matter.

"Plop!" Accompanied by a landing sound, a smile appeared on the faces of many human races.

Of course, even if the man behind the scenes was shocked by Ling Xiao's combat power and turned around and ran away, he would have no way out.

"Dip! Congratulations to the Host for successfully killing the Son of Destiny. The loot is worth 30,000 points, and the villain is worth 300,000 points."

This scene is really shocking! !

As long as he enters it, there is no possibility of coming out.

At this time, Ling Xiao just glanced at the entrance with a calm expression and did not stop it.

However, just as his figure disappeared, the battle puppet that followed behind him suddenly stepped forward and entered the Asgard Palace.

As soon as he thought of this, a trace of contemplation appeared on his face, and the originally illusory body became ethereal again, dodging towards the fairy palace at a high speed.

At this time, Ling Xiao was also a little curious, what exactly is this behind-the-scenes destiny hiding in this Ten Thousand Years.

Cursed Yan desperately fought, but he took the opportunity to enter Asgard.

Cursing Yan lowered his head blankly, looking at the blade that passed through his body, and resentment gradually emerged in his eyes.

Although he has suffered serious injuries now, but... with the strength of the fifth divine machine, it is still impossible to compete with it.

Then, everyone was stunned to see that the nine dragon heads opened in anger, swallowing the attack of the curse flame... in one bite.

"Om!!"

how is this possible? !

Before waiting for the black flame to fall, a buzzing sound came from the void behind him.

Ling Xiao nodded lightly, looked around the void, and didn't find the rest of the golden light of luck, so he lifted his foot and walked towards the entrance of Asgard.

In the face of Curse Yan's dying counterattack, Ling Xiao only frowned, and there was a golden light blooming leisurely on the magic blade in his hand.

Although Cursing Yan's death was extremely tragic and wicked, when he thought of how he controlled the corpse demon and manipulated the souls of the dead, such a death seemed extremely reasonable.

"Baby old! Baby old!!"

"Push!"

The figures of Ning Wuchuan and others came from the sky and stood in front of Ling Xiao, with awe in their eyes.

Although this fairy palace is a place of good fortune, it is not a cage.

"Whoosh!!"

What the Fifth God Machine never dreamed of was that Ling Xiao's combat power was so terrifying that he directly crushed all his opponents.

The world trembled! !

interesting.

"Dip! Congratulations to the Host for successfully killing the Son of Destiny and getting an additional reward: The Body of Ten Thousand Spells."

"Forget it, good fortune has no relationship with me."

As for the ancient monster that Wan Yaodian was looking for, he never showed up.

And many of the remaining clan disciples followed closely and stepped into the fairy palace.

The endless black mist rose up, and strange spells manifested the world, like the faces of undead, biting towards Ling Xiao.

"you you…"

"Do not!!!"

Even the Man of Destiny hidden in the void, there is a strong surprise in his eyes.

At this time, there seemed to be a trace of doubt in Ling Xiao's eyes.

only! !

Obviously, the opportunity of Ling Xiao's serious injury, the fifth magic machine is still unwilling to miss it easily.

In the void in the distance, Cursing Yan's lips trembled, and he looked at the nine dragon heads in horror, his whole body cold.

In this case, there have always been only two outcomes.

only! !

There are colorful radiance gushing forth, and the vast dragon force sweeps the heavens.

No matter how strong it is, how can it be worth the power of thousands of sects!

There was a hint of playfulness in Ling Xiao's eyes. Judging from the actions of the man behind the scenes, it was hard not to make people suspect that all this was deliberately arranged.

And the dark and broken ancient blade pierced through time directly and pierced into his heart from behind.

After all, what this descendant of Dayan is really good at is not the cultivation base combat power, but the unparalleled scheming.

Seeing this, Cursed Yan didn't dare to hesitate at all, and turned around to escape.

In the void, a low and calm voice resounded leisurely.

As for Zhang Jiuji, with the protection of the cloudy moon, his life will not be threatened for a while.

They already knew about the strength of Cursing Yan, but now... even if he had all his cards, he was still killed by Ling Xiao, and the difference was obvious.

But if the descendant of the Ling clan can stay here forever, for the Jiezhu Palace, it is the real good fortune.

With the humming sound, I saw ripples in the courtyard of the Immortal Palace, and the figures of everyone completely disappeared in place.

The terrifying opportunity revived, the ground began to crumble, and the entire forbidden area seemed to be split open by Ling Xiao.

Second, this divine soul was originally just a wisp of soul, which was deliberately killed by the original owner.

only! !

Immediately afterwards, under the nine demon heads that fell from the sky, nine more terrifying dragon heads appeared in the sky!

With his Heavenly Demon body, he could easily feel that this breath was far more pure and terrifying than any ancient demon he had ever seen.

only! !

Ling Xiao's combat power is obviously beyond the contemporary category, not to mention the current him, even Xue Xiyan is probably not his opponent at all.

But just now when he devoured the soul power of the curse flames, he did not notice any excess soul power fluctuations.

First, the curse flame had completely fused with this divine soul before.

"Let's go."

Until there was no sound in the ancient world, at the end of the void, a wave suddenly swayed.

That kind of weirdness mixed with a hint of icy aura instantly made Curse Yan's heart tremble, and the curse marks lingered all over his body, trying to break free.

The Dayan Temple is good at inferring the divine way of heaven, so... In terms of concealing the whereabouts of aura, the fifth divine machine considers itself the second, and no one in Qingcang dares to recognize the first.

In the end, the fifth divine machine shook his head, turned and walked towards the entrance of the ancient world.

The Fifth Divine Machine lowered his head and looked at the magnificent Immortal Palace below, his brows furrowed, seemingly hesitant.

He sensed the aura awakened from the sea of ​​​​curse flames and souls before, and it should be an ancient powerhouse.

"It seems that for Ling Xiao and the Ling family, it is time to re-evaluate their strengths."

"Buzz!"

Although this fairy palace creation is treasured, the fifth divine machine feels an extremely strong unease.

"Boom!!"

"Dip! Congratulations to Host for successfully killing the Son of Destiny, and get an additional reward: a lucky loot charm."

And as long as he uses Ling Xiao's hand to get rid of the dissidents in the temple of the seven god-tiers, the value of this descendant of the Ling family will be completely drained.

But, for some unknown reason, no matter how he shouted at this time, there was no response from the ancient powerhouse sleeping in his soul sea.

only! !

However, before he could take his footsteps, he saw that black flames suddenly swept through the surrounding void, like a wave of ups and downs, completely blocking his footsteps in place.

And the flesh body of the curse flame, directly with a speed visible to the naked eye, quickly withered.

"Lord."

It's as if the nine dragon heads were the real ancestors of the dragon's blood.